Code Blue Butterfly

Social Security wants to screw me
How I wish it were a woman instead
Not in some cold cubicle to do me
The honor but just let me die in bed
The rich get richer and the poor enlist
But I am past that now so I resist

The irony is I am really sick
Far sicker than I once was long ago
One would think that diagnosis would stick
But what would a non-Republican know
Some no one like me who writes poetry
I never even met Scooter Libby

If only they would bother to look at
My insides with an expensive machine
For which they would not pay they would see that
There are good reasons why I am so lean
Yet there is a certain peace which comes now
I just no longer give a damn somehow

Social Security is a bureaucracy
Does not have feelings as you and I do
Here in these dark days of Bush's theocracy
The time has come for me to go Code Blue
But what the hell I might as well try to enjoy
That which they cannot understand nor yet destroy

My doctor will try and my attorney will too
And praying more than I have for awhile
Whatever happens next I will remember you
And hope I was able to make you smile
Just another nutter who died in the gutter
If I fall I fell for democracy

But I wish it had been for a woman instead
Good night to Dick and Karl and all the lords of war
If I really hurry I can still die in bed
I might have been a poet but I was no whore
And in the end it was well worth the pain
To never have to see their like again

At the end of the world seems a good time to go
As good a time as any if I must
And after I am gone no one will even know
The truth because they only saw my crust
No one will ever understand me live or die
That all I wanted was to be a butterfly

+Steven Curtis Lance



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